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PTSD

I'm pretty sure I've hit mental health
About how low I have felt
And how things aren't always easy
Not all have silver, most have sleazy
Thinking everyone's got it breezy
Hitting bars and rhymes so cheesy
But want to talk about something real
Something thank makes you laugh, cry and feel
Those are the limericks that I speel
Use this ability to share and show some love
Use this medium from the grace above
Mental health comes in all forms
Seems Tobe we are the norms
Weather it's PTSD with a touch of insomni
A with maybe ADHD brain goes in tangent easily
But let's get back to PTSD
Maybe caused by family
Inside the home who knew
Now I see myself in that child of you
I see too many of the signs
I saw a child talk to a therapist it blew my mind
When the father came to pick her up
Different vibe, different cup
I knew better to say a word
But man, oh man I felt like turd
Seeing every interaction
Sipping on my coffee no reaction
Listen intently on what the women said
Don't throw paper at other kids heads
Write your anger and put it in the trash bin
Flashback maybe to some carnal sins
Sadly just thought and went on my way
Therapist was there watched her play
I think that is all I should say
Not my business not my say
Yet that vibe doesn't just go away
So that's just a part of mental state
How childhood memories can test today's fate
Everyday just walk away
Yet I can't do that either way
Stuck with a hard place
What else to say